pull the wool over my eyes pale hecate,
long-limbed and graceless,
let your sweet breath bewitch me,
vixen goddess
let your touch exorcise me,
and leave me only with the softness of your skin
this i beg of you,
to wade into the rocky cistern of my heart
and bid my blood to stop
YOU ARE READING
tyrants
Poetrythe kind of love i've been dreaming of 2018 - 2023 #29 in poetry, 2nd april 2023 #56 in prose, 23rd may 2019 #16 in non fiction, 6th april 2023
